After a year of repetitive diaper changes six to eight times a day, bottle and breast feedings every four to six hours (on weekends) and twice daily on weekdays when she was relegated to the care of the Daycare Center and nursed from a latex nippled, plastic bottle filled with her milk, a daily bubble bath by Anthea, and thrice daily naps, as well as long sojourns with fellow diapered infants of the same age in the play area of the Daycare to amuse herself with soft plush toys and multifaceted infant playcenters, little Kayla had learned to accept her life as Anthea’s beloved baby girl. All memories of her former life had been automatically leached from her brain from disuse because of their irrelevance to her life. Kayla had learned to love her “well-pampered” life and communicated with the expected delighted coos and gaas of babyhood as well as upset wails (when she was unhappy) like the infant she had become.

Kayla loved the feel of ma-ma’s hands as she was lovingly undressed and cleansed at each diaper change, then had her entire body rubbed with a light coating of sweet-smelling baby powder every morning as she was changed after her morning bottle of apple juice. Then she would be carried upon her mommy’s hip to her softly pink-padded, (but pee-proof) high chair where she would be fed a few spoonfuls of finely-puréed, mixture of applesauce and oatmeal out of a baby food jar before mommy carried her back into her nursery for feeding. After Kayla was in a baby’s version of Heaven. Everything was soft, cuddly, entertaining and non-demanding. Most of all, she felt perfectly safe; she knew instinctively that nothing would attack or endanger her as long as her Mommy was there to protect her.

If she was hungry or fretful, there was always the allure of the orthodontically designed, baby bottle nipple.
The sweet perfume of baby powder filled her nostrils with every diaper change and remained for hours. Even her room, which “ma-ma” called her “nurs-see” had the same pleasant vanilla scent. Her mommy took care of her every need, whether she was hungry or needed a “dydee” change. She peed and pooped as necessary without worrying about the consequences or where she was. Mommy took care of everything.

Long naps with sweet dreams of soft, fluffy clouds and the caressing touch of her loving mommy became so common that she looked forward to sleeping and dreaming whenever the opportunity presented itself. Her right thumb gravitated unerringly towards her mouth and took up permanent residence until the end of her days. It wasn’t long before she succumbed to the joys of sucking on a “binkie”. Her binkie became her constant and much valued companion in life because of its power to reduce any momentary anxieties.

Kayla was as rich as she could possibly imagine; she had her blankie, her binkie and her teddie to keep her company every minute of the day. As for her physical comfort, both her mommy or the Daycare workers made sure that she stayed in well-padded, comfortable, dry diapers and was bathed at least once a day. The Daycare workers were enchanted with the little baby girl who never grew an inch or gained an ounce of weight. Kayla was such a sweet and adorable baby that everyone wanted to help take care of her.

Kayla enjoyed wetting and messing her diapers as well as playing with the baby toys and sucking on her binkie. She loved the warmth of her pee when her bladder released its blood-warm contents into the soft, thick padding of her disposable diaper while she was -feeding. Oftentimes, she would have a soft, easy bowel movement in the back of her diaper when her mother -fed her. The feeling of her pee as it crept up to met the soft little puddle of poopy made her shiver in delight as she continued to feed.

When Kayla was hungry and her mommy wasn’t near, as happened when she was in Daycare on weekday mornings, she drank bottles of milk from her ba-ba that had been pre-prepared for her by Anthea that morning before she had been taken to Daycare.

She loved her Mommy Anthea and her Daddy Marcus almost as much as Marcus adored her Mother. Marcus was an affectionate Daddy to the diapered tot who had once been his girlfriend and mistress. Little Kayla spent the rest of her life sucking on her thumb and cooing in infantile pleasure at the world around her. Kayla would wriggle her tiny body in delight on the real Kimberly’s lap as she was fed several times a day.